I can feel the rhythm of change.
I'm in a trance.
I'm dancing through life,
because it's my only chance.

You only live once
may get a bad rep,
but I don't give a ****.
They're right,
so don't waste it.
Embrace it.

I thought I lost it all for a minute,
but life likes to play tricks.
Who knew that I could play too?
If you want to dance, Life, I'll dance with you.

I am not a bad person.
I fight for what I love, but
I love myself too...
It's okay to say no.
It's okay to leave people you love
if they want to hurt you.
It's not your job
to be their one source of happiness.
It's just unrealistic.

stop using my voice
for your thoughts.

your love is like a tidal wave,
it comes crashing down
and leaves me gasping for air.
your brown eyes are anything
but full of **** to me.
i worry late at night, wondering if you are capable of grasping the same intense connection
i have with small beauties.
your eyes like ember
and your hair like ash...
does your heart, too, burn?
can you feel it?
can i make you my soul mate?
would you like to stay forever maybe?
or at least until
i make you want to *****.
and if i start to make you sick
i hope it makes you immune
to other kinds of toxic.
i'm not saying i'm perfect,
but let me just say this...
i'm really good at
not taking up the whole bed.
okay...that's sort of a lie...
but my bones ache a different thought.
yes, my bones tell me to let them show.
my bones tell me it's control.
my bones tell me only 1200 a day.
my bones tell me if i don't eat you'll stay forever.
my bones tell me everything will be ok even if you don't.
my bones my bones my bones.
...but my heart.
what about it?
it tells me i'm smoking too much, but i think it's lying because it only goes up when you enter a room.
my heart tells me to stay alive.
my heart tells me to stick around
for you.

my mind, that was once confined in bars made of sad memories,
has been liberated by a new perspective on life.
a life, that was once fed by constant self-sabotage, has been taught to walk around the ring of fire.

Pain inspires change.
It's not the best way,
but sometimes it's the only way.

when I was at my worse,
depression would manifest
in many forms.
whispering in my ear
like the truth.
it would stand in front
of people i loved
and i would think the people
were the problem,
but it was depression
stealing identities.